Bad boys, Bad boys… Bukowski’s words of wisdom

Why do we love the bad boys?
You know the ones.
The ones that smell of putrid sweat.
The ones that lie.
The ones that make us cry.
Like why ?
I think the only person to answer my query through poetry is another poet. So let’s just ask Bukowski:

“I don’t like the clean shaven boy with the necktie and the good job. I like desperate men. Men with broken teeth and broken minds and broken ways. They interest me. They are full of surprises and explosions.”
Pretty much on point! Thank you Bukowski…
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